#ThankYou – #WendyLScott – And Anniversary Well Wishers!

Thank you so much to Wendy Scott for being my special guest Tuesday, and to all of you who responded to her very interesting post. Sorry I wasn’t home to join in the comments, but I hope you ALL know how much I love having guests, and seeing visitors enjoy them. Wendy, you’re welcome back any time!

I’d also like to thank everyone who wished Mark and I a happy 37th anniversary the same day. As you may know, that’s the reason I wasn’t home to attend to Wendy’s post as usual. Happily, we had a very nice day, and hope to begin getting out a bit more, fingers crossed.

And now, back to business. Hope you enjoy today’s #ThorsDaySmile, and are looking forward to, among other things, another #TenThings post next week, featuring Tony Slater. (Trust me. You won’t believe his list! 😁)

I’m thankful and grateful for every single one of you!

Have a great day!

37 Years, But Who’s Counting? – #Anniversary – #HappyValentinesDay

Just a little heads up to let you know I might not be around as much today as usual. I do promise to check in as I can, but … today is our 37th Anniversary, and Mark and I are going to be out for a few hours, celebrating a wee bit with some “antiquing” at local stores, and having an early dinner.  Just imagine. Thirty-seven years with the same person, not counting the four years we were together before we got married. So actually, 41 years total!  It boggles my mind to realize it’s been that long. (And to think they said it wouldn’t last!! 😁)

Hope you enjoy today’s guest post with Wendy Scott, and I’ll be checking in throughout the day, when possible. 

Have a Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! See you later!

#GuestDayTuesday – Featuring #WendyL.Scott

Good Morning, Everyone! It’s #GuestDayTuesday again, and today, I’m happy to introduce our guest of the day, Wendy L. Scott. Wendy has some very interesting things to share with you, including a wonderfully creative idea for a children’s book, in addition to her memoir. So, without further ado, I’m going to turn the floor over to her. Wendy, you’re on!

Hi readers. I’m so thankful for this opportunity to be a part of Marcia’s Guest Day Tuesday! As an author of a memoir, I’d like to share a little bit about the book and hopefully pique your interest. You will find that my writing style is similar to sitting down with an old friend and listening to their life story.

I grew up knowing I had a half-sibling but rarely was that person ever acknowledged or spoken of. That person was born out of wedlock in the sixties (1963 for me), and back then it was very shameful for this to happen. Without going into too much detail and spoiling the book, the baby became a ward of the court and then was eventually adopted. 

Jumping ahead to the nineties, married with one child and struggling to conceive another, I wondered what life would be like for that half-sibling of mine and if they had any brothers or sisters. My son may never have a sibling and being one of three girls, I couldn’t imagine life without them. It would be so lonely to be an only child and not have that bond I shared with my sisters. I decided to go in search of this person just to tell them they did have other family members who were thinking about them.

Due to genetics, environmental factors, and a controlling parent and spouse, my life became riddled with anxiety and depression. Along with that came insecurities and self-esteem issues causing me to become a very shy and self-conscious individual. But the need to find this person pushed me outside of my comfort zone and eventually helped me to work through these very serious and debilitating mental health issues.

I began my search before the internet really exploded so most of it was done through library research, cold calls, and making connections through organizations. With only the birth name and a few details, each step led me along a path where at some points I reached a dead end. Because of my need to succeed, my faith in God and my ever persevering personality to prove myself, I kept going no matter what life threw at me.

The book details some heartbreaking events but also highlights some unexpected and unbelievable twists and turns in my search. During the writing of the book, my goal was to keep the reader engrossed so much that by the end of each chapter they couldn’t put it down. But honestly, isn’t that the goal of most writers?

Should my story be of interest to you, I invite you to read my memoir and tell me if I accomplished my goal. Can you put it down before my story ends?


Wendy grew up knowing she had a half-sibling, but didn’t have the details. When she hits thirty years of age, and having suffered a few tragic losses, Wendy is compelled to search for this stranger. Questioning family members, weeding through library research, investigating several organizations, making cold calls, and building new relationships are just a few of the steps Wendy will guide you through. Along the way, she encounters circumstances that challenge her search and force her to make crucial moral decisions. If you were in Wendy’s shoes, what would you decide?

This true account of one woman’s struggle to find her half-sibling will take you on an emotional rollercoaster ride. This heartwarming and sometimes uncomfortably honest story will carry you along on Wendy’s quest for closure and peace.

What awaits Wendy at the end of her long journey? Will the path she takes enable this determined adventurer to find what she’s looking for?

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Author Wendy L. Scott

Wendy L. Scott-Hawkins is a full-time Educational Assistant, mother of two adult children, an avid walker and a Scrabble enthusiast. She uses her life experiences to craft her talent of writing from the heart. Searching For a Stranger and Finding Myself – A Memoir is her first book.

Buy Searching For a Stranger and Finding Myself (on Amazon) HERE
Buy Searching For a Stranger and Finding Myself (Barnes & Noble) HERE

The House That Grew Feet is Wendy’s first creative children’s book (only available in Canada –  email or Facebook for more info)

You can reach Wendy on Social Media here:

Email: jawsco892@hotmail.com

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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/wendylscott-hawkins



#TenThingsYouMayNotKnow About #LizaGrantham

Good Morning, Folks! It’s time for our first #TenThings post of 2023, and here to get this series off to a great start is author Liza Grantham. Liza, take it away!

Thanks for having me today, Marcia!

  1. I can’t swim, ride a bicycle or drive a car.
    It was my dream to stand in the front of the whole school in assembly and collect my red swimming stripe; alas, it never happened. Years later, with the help of a friend, I learned to flounder a strange kind of breaststroke. I must be lopsided because I could only manage a circle and not a straight line. As for bicycles, well – forget it! I have no sense of balance and it’s a foregone conclusion I’ll end up on the floor. My driving instructor told me I was dangerous, and I can’t argue with that; it took me four attempts to pass my test and that was almost thirty years ago. I’ve never driven since! 
  1. I flew on an aeroplane for the first time when I was forty years old.
    It’s true. Even when I lived in France for a year, I  travelled backwards and forwards on the ferry. I had no choice but to fly when I had an interview for a teaching post in Gran Canaria. As it turned out, I didn’t mind flying one bit and was offered the job.
  1. I typed the last third of my first book one handed due to a broken wrist and subsequent surgery.
    I’m so clumsy! Despite my petite build, I hurtle from place to place with the grace of a baby elephant. I managed to trip over a branch whilst walking my dog and went down like a domino. I waited a day before going to the hospital. Even though my arm was purple and had doubled in size I insisted it was only a sprain! 
  1. I am a BIG fan of William Shakespeare.
    Since I first discovered the Bard at the tender age of fifteen I’ve been smitten. I’ve read the complete plays back to back three times and have studied each one in depth. I’ve reduced all thirty-nine of the plays into rhyming couplets that can be read in under five minutes and I’ve published them as a book. 
  1. I have tattoos.
    I love tattoos. I wanted one ever since my teens but being an inherently sensible sort of person I decided to be patient and wait until I was twenty one. Since then I’ve had another seven, including a ring on my wedding finger and a rather delightful quill and inkpot on my arm.
  1. I cook amazing authentic Indian curries.
    I lived and worked in Indian and Pakistani communities for over twenty years, so I’ve gained a lot of insider experience. My speciality dishes are prawn pathia and saag paneer.
  1. I always want to spell tranquillity with one ‘l’.
    I’ve been an excellent speller since childhood yet to me this one word just seems so wrong with a double ‘l’. It’s ironic really because tranquillity is something that’s enormously important to me so you’d think I’d be able to get it right!
  1. I’ve been sprayed on by a tiger.
    Honestly. I’m a totally besotted ailurophile and cats seem to love me as much as I love them. My husband and I were driving through a safari park and slowed to a halt by the tiger enclosure so that I could make eye contact with a beautiful Bengal male. I lowered and raised my eyelids repeatedly and made crooning noises. He turned a hundred and eighty degrees and sprayed so hard that it landed on us inside the car.
  1. I won my first poetry competition when I was ten.
    I’ve always loved poetry and it comes so naturally to me. My primary teachers recognised this and entered one of my poems in the music festival in my hometown of Burton-on-Trent. I was the youngest entrant and had to read it to a room of very scary people, including the mayor.
  1. I like sleeping outdoors.
    I have no idea why. I love camping and, when I lived at home with my parents, in summer I always slept out on the back lawn. When my hubby and I moved to Galicia I was determined to sleep in the woods one night. When he flatly refused to join me there was nothing for it but to do it alone.

Liza’s Books

Mad Cows and Englishmen: at large in Galicia


Mad Cows and Englishmen is the story of an English couple who trade the sun, sea and sands of Gran Canaria for a home in Galicia, one of the coldest, wettest parts of Spain. Living in an old stone house in a remote hamlet surrounded by fields and forests sounds idyllic, but as Liza Grantham and her husband, Gary, soon discover, their new lifestyle isn’t quite as tranquil as they’d hoped. Menacing cheeses, reports of hyenas, cows running amok, a bloodthirsty cockerel and a morning when the sun doesn’t rise are amongst the many surprises that rural life has in store.

Mad Cows and Englishmen: at large in Galicia by Liza Grantham | Goodreads

How Now, Mad Cow? The Second Year in Rural Galicia   


A mystery killer is at large and Anxo becomes a suspect, and when an imposter arrives in the village, Liza begins to think she’s losing her mind. Down in the chicken run the blood-thirsty cockerel’s life hangs in the balance, but Liza’s determined to bring more livestock into the fold. Gary’s busy tending the veg plot, but self-sufficiency turns out to be tougher than he’d bargained for; how long will they have to survive on a diet of eggs and kale?

How Now, Mad Cow?: The Second Year in Rural Galicia by Liza Grantham | Goodreads

Til Mad Cow Comes Home: The Third Year in Rural Galicia


As Liza and Gary travel further along the road to self-sufficiency the future looks rosy. The chances of a good harvest are high and Liza’s aim to breed meat for the freezer looks like being a roaring success. In Galicia it never rains but it pours and when the couple’s luck changes, it hammers down blow after blow. Just when it seems that things couldn’t get any tougher Fate deals them their cruellest card yet. Liza is plunged into the depths of despair and her typical optimism is suddenly found lacking. As she digs deep to overcome the heartache it’s the magic of a Galician legend that finally pulls her through.

‘Til Mad Cow Comes Home: The Third Year in Rural Galicia by Liza Grantham | Goodreads

Author Liza Grantham

Liza Grantham was born in 1965 in the East Midlands brewery town of Burton-on-Trent. After gaining a BA (Hons) in Linguistics, French and Hindi from the University of York and a PGCE from Derbyshire College of Higher Education she returned to her hometown where she taught at Anglesey Primary School for sixteen years. In 1997 she was awarded an MBA with distinction in Educational Management from the University of Nottingham. After meeting her now husband Gary she moved to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria to teach in a British school. In 2011 the couple moved to a remote hamlet in rural Galicia where they raise chickens, grow vegetables and expect the unexpected in their idyllic yet highly unpredictable rural life.

The peace and beauty of the natural surroundings provides the perfect backdrop for stimulation and creativity, and Liza has plenty of opportunity for writing in a range of genres. She has published three books in the ‘Mad Cow in Galicia’ memoir series: ‘Mad Cows and Englishmen’, ‘How Now, Mad Cow?’ and ”Til Mad Cow Comes Home’. She is also the author of ‘A Play by Any Other Name…’ in which the complete Shakespeare plays are summarised in everyday verse. Her prize-winning poetry has been published in several editions of ‘The Good Life in Galicia’ anthology series (ed. S Bush).

You can reach Liza on Social Media here:

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#Bold&BlatantSelfPromo – #Excerpt – #WakeRobinRidge Book1

I’ve been thinking about running a few self-promotional posts here and there. Hope you’ll indulge me if I do a bit of marketing for my books, in general, including any sales or other special deals that might be available, too.

Today’s post features the first book I ever wrote, published in 2013. For those who don’t know, the wake-robin is a wine-red trillium which blooms in the North Carolina mountains every spring. It’s always been a favorite of mine, and I knew it would be the name of my fictitious mountain ridge before I even started writing the book.  In addition to the Blurb, I’m sharing an excerpt from the beginning of a very pivotal scene in the story.  Hope you enjoy it!

Wake-Robin Ridge, Where Ghosts Walk, Ancient Legends Abound,
and Things Still go Bump in the Night.


“A PHONE RINGING AT 2:00 A.M. never means anything good. Calls at 2:00 A.M. are bad news. Someone has died. Someone is hurt. Or someone needs help.”

On a bitter cold January night in 1965, death came calling at an isolated little cabin on Wake-Robin Ridge. Now, nearly 50 years later, librarian Sarah Gray has quit her job and moved into the same cabin, hoping the peace and quiet of her woodland retreat will allow her to concentrate on writing her first novel. Instead she finds herself distracted by her only neighbor, the enigmatic and reclusive MacKenzie Cole, who lives on top of the mountain with his Irish wolfhound as his sole companion.

As their tentative friendship grows, Sarah learns the truth about the heartbreaking secret causing Mac to hide from the world. But before the two can sort out their feelings for each other, they find themselves plunged into a night of terror neither could have anticipated. Now they must unravel the horrifying events of a murder committed decades earlier. In doing so, they discover that the only thing stronger than a hatred that will not die is a heart willing to sacrifice everything for another.


I saw the headlights flare across the back wall before I heard the sound of Mac’s truck, and I rose, moving to face the door. My hands were shaking and my stomach was in a knot. He was coming, and I didn’t know if that was a good thing, or a very bad one. I heard the truck door slam, and in seconds he was knocking rapidly on my door.

“Sarah? Sarah, please. Open the door. Please, Sarah?”

I stood with my hand on the knob, debating—a mere two inches of wood between us. Jenna’s joke about him being a serial killer flashed through my mind. Was he dangerous? Drunk? Mentally unstable?

I heard him make a strangled sound on the other side. “Oh, Sarah, I’m so sorry. Please let me in.”

He sounded on the verge of tears. That did it. Whatever the problem was, I couldn’t say no to anyone that unhappy, and certainly not to Mac.

I turned the knob and began to open the door, only to have Mac push his way inside, and pull me roughly against him. He buried his face in my hair, his breath hot against my head. “Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry.” He was trembling all over.

I leaned back to look at him, and the misery in his face was shocking. “Oh, Mac,” I whispered. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, he leaned down, and kissed me. Hard. I stood frozen for a moment, then he abruptly let me go, stumbling back with a gasp. He looked almost as shocked as I felt.

“Oh, damn,” he choked out, closing his eyes. I took his hand, which was ice-cold, and pulled him into the warmth of the living room, closing the door behind us.

“Sit down, Mac.” I led him to the couch, and wrapped my afghan around his shoulders. He huddled there, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. His breathing was ragged, and he seemed to be struggling to gather control of his emotions. When the worst of his shivering eased, he dropped his hands.

Even by the dim light of the fire, I could see he looked awful. His eyes were bloodshot, and had dark circles underneath them. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two, and his hair was tousled every which way.

I felt he wanted to tell me something, but he seemed unable to find the words to begin. When he didn’t look at me again, I knelt down in front of him on the floor. I put my palm on his cheek and turned his face toward me. “Mac? It’s time. You need to tell me.”

“I know,” he said, voice barely audible. “I want to, but it’s so hard, Sarah.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “I don’t know how to talk about it. I never have before, not to anyone.” His voice broke, and his eyes shone with unshed tears.

I moved up to sit beside him, and took his hand in mine. “Try. Just try, Mac. I can’t be here for you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

He looked at me, searching for something in my eyes. Reassurance, perhaps. Then he turned back to stare into the fire, drawing courage from the warmth of the flames. I waited.

Mac’s eyes were focused on something far away, and he held my hand in a death grip. Finally, he took another shuddering breath and began to talk, his voice barely above a whisper. “I went to Charlotte to see my son.”

“You have a son?” I asked, after he had been quiet for a long moment.

He started to say something, then stopped. He cleared his throat and tried again, twice, before managing to go on. “Had. I had a son. He died.”

It was obvious just saying the words tore him apart. His pain was like a living presence in the room, and I would have done just about anything to ease it for him; but I thought that this was probably a story he needed to tell in his own way, so I waited. He spoke in such a halting manner, it was easy to believe he had never said any of this out loud.

“Monday was his birthday … he would have been eighteen.” He gave a ragged sigh. “Grown up. I still see him small, laughing … playing in the sandbox with his trucks.” He stopped again.

“I always go on his birthday, but I wasn’t going to this year. I thought I could stay here … be with you … just not think about it, for this one year. I’m good at not thinking about it most of the time. I just pretend everything is all right.” Another long pause. “My life is all about pretending.”


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Author Marcia Meara

Marcia Meara lives in central Florida, just north of Orlando, with her husband of over thirty years and four big cats.

When not writing or blogging, she spends her time gardening, and enjoying the surprising amount of wildlife that manages to make a home in her suburban yard. She enjoys nature. Really, really enjoys it. All of it! Well, almost all of it, anyway. From birds, to furry critters, to her very favorites, snakes. The exception would be spiders, which she truly loathes, convinced that anything with eight hairy legs is surely up to no good. She does not, however, kill spiders anymore, since she knows they have their place in the world. Besides, her husband now handles her Arachnid Catch and Release Program, and she’s good with that.

Spiders aside, the one thing Marcia would like to tell each of her readers is that it’s never too late to make your dreams come true. If, at the age of 69, she could write and publish a book (and thus fulfill 64 years of longing to do that very thing), you can make your own dreams a reality, too. Go for it! What have you got to lose?

Buy Marcia’s Books Here

Wake-Robin Ridge: Book 1
A Boy Named Rabbit: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 2
Harbinger: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 3
The Light: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 4

Swamp Ghosts: Riverbend Book 1
Finding Hunter: Riverbend Book 2
That Darkest Place: Riverbend Book 3

Riverbend Spinoff Novellas
The Emissary 1
The Emissary 2 – To Love Somebody
The Emissary 3 – Love Hurts

Summer Magic: Poems of Life and Love

Reach Marcia on Social Media Here:

Blog: The Write Stuff
Email: marciameara16@gmail.com

#SadNews – #LosingAFriend&Mentor – #DougLittle

This morning, I received the sad news that my very good friend and mentor, Doug Little, has passed away. Doug lost his long battle with several serious health issues, and the world is a drearier place without him. 

I met Doug and his late wife, Jeanne, somewhere around 2010, when I took my first voyage aboard Captain Jeanne’s prized ecotour boat, the Naiad. I enjoyed that first tour so much, I started going out on their boat regularly.  Both Jeanne and Doug were extremely knowledgeable about the wildlife and habitat along the St. Johns, and their tours were fantastic. In fact, their lives were so full of interesting adventures, I finally decided to use the two of them as inspiration for my characters in my second book, Swamp Ghosts. (Maggie Devlin is an ecotour boat captain, and Gunnar Wolfe is a talented nature photographer, just as Doug was.)

After writing the book, I took a copy to the Littles, and Doug instantly invited me to do a Meet the Author Tour aboard the Naiad. From that point on, Doug  mentored me in more ways than I can count, including selling my books from his ticket window at the boat launch.

Along the way, Doug also introduced me to the good folks at DeBary Hall Historic Manor, where I started giving talks on writing and self-publishing. He followed that with an introduction to the equally good folks at Enterprise Museum, with the same results. Over time, my talks began to focus on central Florida wildlife, and I ended up presenting nature talks exclusively, one at each venue every month, and all thanks to Doug’s introductions. I continued giving 24 talks a year until my health issues slowed me down in 2020, but I  hope I’ll be able to get back to that routine soon. 

Doug was an incredibly interesting guy, with so many irons in the fire, it fairly boggled my mind. He’d been in the TV industry years prior to coming to Florida, and was always checking out new investments and ideas. And he was supportive of all his friends, no matter what their endeavors included.

I will never forget the unwavering encouragement and friendship I received from Doug and Jeanne, so I’m not kidding when I say they were my mentors as well as my very good friends for well over ten years. 

I miss them both terribly.

#GuestDayTuesday – Featuring #JohnW.Howell and #TheLastDrive

Hooray! It’s #GuestDayTuesday once again, and I’m pleased to say our first guest of 2023 is John W. Howell, a good friend of writers everywhere. I know you’ll make John welcome, as he shares his latest book with us today. Take it away, John!

I am so pleased to be with you today, Marcia Thank you for helping spread the word about The Last Drive. You have had such challenges this year with COVID, and Hurricanes I am grateful that you are able to host me as part of the tour. You know Lucifer has been giving the protagonists a rough time with the idea of breaking their spirit. I don’t want to draw a connection to Lucifer in your case but am so happy that none of your challenges has kept you from continuing your normal productive writer’s life. It is good to have you back and I’m pleased to be the first guest of 2023.

The Last Drive Blurb

In the sequel to Eternal Road – The final stop, Sam and James are reunited to look for two souls, Ryan and Eddie. Ryan was killed in Afghanistan, trying to avoid a schoolyard with his crippled plane. Eddie Rickenbacker, Ryan’s hero, is to guide Ryan to his Eternal Home, and now both are missing.

The higher-ups believe that there has been some interference in Ryan and Eddie’s journey by Lucifer, so Sam and James have the task of finding Ryan and Eddie to get them back on the road despite the evil interference. Unfortunately, the machinations designed to prevent Ryan and Eddy from completing their journey take the pair to horrifying testing grounds. The places visited represent the best work of the Devil. They are the trenches of World War I in France, gladiators at the Roman Coliseum, the sinking Titanic in 1912, Hiroshima 45 minutes before the bomb, and the Auschwitz concentration camp in 1943.

This book is for you if you like plenty of action, strong characters, time travel, and a touch of spiritual and historical fiction. So, join Sam and James as they try to find the missing souls while staying one step ahead of the Prince of Darkness, who is determined to destroy all that is good.


 The Oldsmobile shakes and lifts into the water. The sensation of movement returns, and Sam reaches over to touch James’s hand. The familiar settling feeling of the Olds tells them they’ve reached their destination. James says, “Looks like we’re here.”

“I don’t recognize this place.”

James shakes his head. “Yeah, it’s sure not my Eternal Home.”

“I wonder where we are? Wait a minute. Look over there.”

James shields his eyes. “Where?”

Sam points. “Look past that line of trees. I see a lot of dust rising.”

James follows where Sam points. “You’re right. What’s going on?”

“We’d better get out of the car and find out where we are. I have a feeling that bastard has sent us on a learning mission.”

James’s eyebrows rise. “Learning mission?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. You know when he doesn’t get his way, he tends to make our situation a living nightmare.”

“I like how you put that. I would say an Eternal Nightmare.”

James opens the door, steps out of the Oldsmobile, and shields his eyes with his hand.

Sam comes around to his side. “What do you think it is?”

“If I were a betting man, I would say those are troops on horseback.”

“You don’t suppose that creep sent us to a different time?”

“Ding, ding, ding. The young lady wins again.”

Sam gives James a punch to the arm. “Very funny. This worries me.”

James stares and frowns. “A line of Union cavalry just came from those woods.”

Sam stands on her tip-toes. “How can you tell?”

“Look at the uniforms and the guidon. It’s the thirty-four-star swallowtail flag used during the battle of Gettysburg.”

“You think we’re at Gettysburg?”

James nods. “I would bet on it.”

Sam moves closer and takes his arm. “There were over ninety-thousand Union and seventy-thousand Confederate troops at that battle. Where’re the rest?”

“These guys may be the first arrivals. Maybe we should go talk to them.”

“We’re still in World-War-One uniforms. How do you think those guys will take to that?”

“Maybe we take off the coats, and we’ll look like regular folks.”

“Like Confederate folks, you mean?”

“I guess we’ll have to take the chance. I’ll wave. Perhaps they’ll send somebody.”

Sam lets go of James’s arm. “Or shoot us.”

“Yeah, that too. Let’s get away from the Olds. Look for a landmark so we can remember where it is.”

Sam points. “Got it. See that large oak tree on the hill?”

James nods. “Yeah, I see it. That’s our landmark. I’m going to wave now.”

The Last Drive is available in paper and Kindle editions on Amazon. Here are the universal links. The Kindle edition is on sale for 99¢ through mid-February.

Kindle  https://mybook.to/FYmkKr
Paper https://mybook.to/BCsWV

Author John W. Howell

John is an award-winning author who after an extensive business career began writing full time in 2012. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. He has written Six other books that are on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

John lives in Lakeway, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

You can reach John on Social Media here:

Blog Fiction Favorites – http://johnwhowell.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241
Twitter – https://www.twitter.com/HowellWave
Amazon Author’s pagehttps://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell
BookBub – https://www.bookbub.com/profile/john-w-howell

Eternal Road Buy links

Kindle Universal link  mybook.to/EternalRoad
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